Realism Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Abigale, Abigale ❯ Chapter 3

Abigale woke to the sound of her phone ringing. She reached over and fumbled for a second before grabbing the right device. She pressed talk.

“Hello?” she said drowsily.

“Honey, it's mom,” sounded the receiver. “Did I wake you?”

“Mm-hm.” she mumbled.

“I'm sorry, Babe, but our flight's been delayed. We won't be back until tomorrow morning. Are you going to be okay till then?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Oh, Sweetheart, before I go. We won't make it back in time for church. When you go tomorrow could you tell Pasture Brian where we are?”

“Of course, Mama. I'll see you when you get back.”

“Okay, bye, Baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Tell Louis and daddy I love them. Bye.” Abigale hung up the phone and collapsed back onto her pillow. She propped herself up on her elbows when Lucian came in carrying a tray of food.

“What's this?” she asked, surprised, as he set the tray down in her lap.

“Breakfast. I thought you might want something good to eat instead of cereal,” he answered cheerfully.

“You cooked this?” she asked, looking at the bacon, eggs, and toast on the plate. He laughed.

“Who else?” he said.

“Okay, okay. Don't make fun of me!” She took a bite of bacon. “I'll eat it all eventually, right now I need to get dressed.” She moved the tray off beside her. Lucian just stood there smiling. “What!?” she said. “Get out, you're not staying in here while I get dressed!”

“But!” he wined, the smile never leaving his face.

“Oh, shoo!” she said, pointing to the door. “And close the door behind you!”

Lucian did as he was told. She swung her legs to the floor. She picked out a black spaghetti strap shirt and slipped it on. She then looked through her drawers and decided upon a pair of black underwear and a swishy black skirt.

Abigale finished her food then pulled a brush through her hair. She gathered up the tray and dishes then took them down to the kitchen.

The T.V. was on in the living room. It sounded like it was on a music channel. Abigale washed her dishes, trying to figure out what channel it was.

She was rinsing her hands when Lucian came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling the hair away from her shoulder. He teased the strap off her shoulder with his teeth.

“Lucian!” Abigale exclaimed, pushing the strap back into place. “We must commit sins under the cover of night!”

“Oh, but you can scream all you like, night or day, when nobody else is home,” he breathed into her ear. He let out a low growl to let her know exactly how much he wanted her. She reached over and turned off the water. Turning herself out of his embrace, she leaned against the kitchen table.

“My parents won't be back until tomorrow morning,” she said seriously. He smiled mischievously.

“I know,” he said. “Connections,” he explained at her curious expression.

Stepping closer, Lucian leaned down to kiss her. She quickly turned around, avoiding the kiss, to place her hands on the table.

“Abigale, what's wrong?” he asked, reaching around her to place his hands on the edge of the table, trapping her.

“Nothing,” she said. After a brief pause she continued. “I was thinking. Do you love me?”

“So that's it,” he said. He kissed her shoulder, dropping the strap with his teeth once more. “You're beautiful.” He kissed her ear. “You're wonderful.” He turned her around and lifted her onto the table, settling himself between her legs. “Plus, you're the only one that I have ever wanted to make scream, no matter who's in the next room.” He kissed down her cleavage line; then, pushing her shirt down a little, took one nipple in his mouth. She arched to his touch, letting a single moan escape her lips. He responded to this by taking her other breast in his hand. When she was breathing good and hard he lifted his lips to hers. “Tell me: How could I not?” he said, his lips barely brushing against hers. The sensations sent shivers down her spine.

“Lucian,” she moaned, nearly as quiet as the wind, but with enough passion to move mountains. He let loose a low throated growl that rumbled into her body, causing her heart to skip a beat. He began kissing her again.

The door bell rang.

“Dammit,” he said, dropping his head to her shoulder. She pulled her shirt back into place and slid down from the table. She headed to the front door. He followed.

Abigale opened the door to her best friend, Marie. Marie smiled sweetly at them, Abigale returned that smile. Lucian glared viciously.

“Is it noon?” he growled.

“No, I decided to come early,” she said cheerfully. “I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?” she added with a shit-eating grin. Abigale blushed a deep rose color that Lucian thought adorable.

“Yes, actually,” he said, then sighed. “But, it's too late now.”

“Yep!” said Marie, pushing her way inside. Abigale closed the door and turned to them, bewildered.

“What's going on?” she asked. Lucian went to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“You're going to the spa,” he said.

“Why?” she asked.

“Baby, you need to relax,” said Marie, talking with her hands. Abigale looked from Lucian to Marie and back.

“You're not coming?” she asked Lucian.

“Girls day out, Sweetums,” Marie answered for him. She pulled Abigale from Lucian and lead her out to the car.